So Grannie was obliged to put the two letters and the green paper under the clock over the fireplace, to wait until the Priest should pass that way.
Chapter Two.
The Tea-Party.
“Sure, this is a fine day for me, altogether,” said Grannie Malone as she got out her bit of flour to make the cake. “I can wait for the letter from himself, the way I know they’re in health, and have not forgotten their old Mother. Troth, we’ll have a bit of a feast over it now,” she said to the Twins. “While I’m throwing the cakeen together do you get some potatoes from the bag, Eileen, and put them down in the ashes, and you, Larry, stir up the fire a bit, and keep the kettle full. Sure, ’tis singing away like a bird this instant minute! Put some water in it, avic, and then shut up the hens for me.”
Eileen ran to the potato bag in the corner and took out four good-sized potatoes. “There’s but three of us,” she said to
herself, “but Larry will surely be wanting two, himself.”